<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><span style="font-size: 22px;">Monet's "Waterlilies” </span><div style="font-size: 22px;"><br></div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Today as the news from Selma and Saigon </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">poisons the air like fallout, </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I come again to see </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">the serene great picture that I love. </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Here space and time exist in light </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">the eye like the eye of faith believes. </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The seen, the known </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">dissolve in iridescence, become </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">illusive flesh of light </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">that was not, was, forever is. </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">O light beheld as through refracting tears. </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Here is the aura of that world </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">each of us has lost. </span><br><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Here is the shadow of its joy. </span></div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">- Robert Hayden </span></div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="font-size: 22px;"><br></div></div></body></html>